My green silken river and two lightsI could almost touch the free wallsWhen we were evicted from the heavens,Fast clouded-over bumbling eyesNow peering out through a sinkingCosmic smile, reversed completelyFlaming currents forced us to surface,Wet purple gowns and blaring alarmsAll for some milky perversion,Nothing the spooks wouldn't be used toSpoiled by an empty fear of violence,The only time I've ever been dropped

The minute the mirror turned its back to meMy distinct conviction of keepingEternal sources piled somewhere familiarWas compromised and tangled in knotsFor all I know we were sleeping,Arranged like Fate's vain infantry,Stacked in unconscious opposition,Blind and happy for tomorrow